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Fortunately, the members didn't get to press what we were talking about because Chord approached us and Kuya Robi started hosting the party; they continued the party by dancing to each other's group songs, having a PPOP and KPOP random dance challenge, and other activities. But after a while, I went out to the balcony for some fresh air, holding the cup of juice that Kuya Stell had earlier brought to me. And, much to my surprise, Justin came out as well and leaned against the railings beside me, holding a wine glass.

“Bakit nga hindi ka ulit nag-training sa ShowBT?” He asked, turning to face me, which surprised me yet again.

Because of you, duh. One thing is certain: when he persuaded me to join the company, I politely declined out of fear of falling for him more deeply than I ever intended to.

“Justin, hi,” I nervously greeted, glancing at him. “Anong ginagawa mo rito dapat nagpa-party ka sa loob. Congrats nga pala sa mga success niyo these past few years at lalo na ngayon.”

He frowned and looked at me, as I returned his gaze. It's been two and a half years since we last saw each other, and a lot has changed about him—in a good way, I mean, he's still humble, kind, smart, and corny—but he's much more famous now and much busier than he was before, and there's no way I can spend much time with him now.

“You didn't answer my question,” he said solemnly, turning away from me and looking down at his wine. “Tsaka dapat nagpa-party tayo sa loob, kasama ka dapat, Kiera. Or naiilang ka?”

Why do you make things so difficult for both of us, Justin? I'm struggling here, but I'm doing my best to move forward, especially after what happened the night after our graduation, but his question causes my feelings to return to him.

“Ha? Bakit naman ako maiilang e mag-ka-kaibigan tayo rito 'no,” I lied and laughed at the question.

“Ewan ko rin, feeling ko lang,” he simply replied, turning to face me again, and grinned, flashing his gummy smile, which I really missed.

And the next thing I know, I'm staring at him for a moment, and the longer he smiles, the more I can't help but smile back, even though neither of us knows why we're smiling, but this feels like how we used to be.

“Are you going to stay here for good?”

I was taken aback by his question, but unconsciously shake my head, swallowing the lump in my throat that I hadn't noticed until now. “Nope. I'd never considered it, but I might… or not…”

“What do you mean?”

I shrugged. “Well, it depends…”

“Depends on what?” he said, sounding desperate to hear my answer, or maybe it's just my imagination.

“Depends if—”

“Kiera?!” Chord called out, causing me to turn around and find him oblivious to the fact that Justin was also out there with me because he's looking down on his iPad, and then I remembered what he said to me earlier, my eyes quickly went to Justin's direction, who also turned around after me, but he's not looking jealous like Chord said, he's actually looking calm and still leaning on the railing.

“Hey, Chord. Chord!” I called out twice before he looked up from his iPad, obviously surprised to see Justin standing next to me.

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